Weird night

In a room

I’ve seen once before

I don’t know how I got here tonight

I guess a car

But I mean how it came about it

I guess life throws weird curve balls

At even stranger times

Who knows…

He’s says I’m so nice

Like that’s a bad thing

Like it’s uncommon or something

I guess it is… These days

But I think he might need

A little nice

Author: b-side junkie

artist/designer, music lover, b-side junkie, writer, bartender, animal lover..."feelist"... Mad mime

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